“Lost phone, found me”

I’m addicted to my phone, writes Harriet Minter: I fall in love on it, keep memories safe and nurture friendships with it… So, how come life is so much sweeter without it?

LESSONS IN ADULTHOOD

Harriet Minter

A few weeks ago, I suffered a minor trauma. While on a night out, I put down my phone and, when I went to pick it up, it had gone. In the scale of life disasters, it’s a small one; within two days it had been replaced, with all my contacts, photos and apps reinstalled. It was as if it had never gone. Yet, those 48 hours without it gave me more anxiety than any little black box should be able to engender.